Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 465 No more messing around in the future

Mo Juechen's lips were hot, and when Ning Zhao looked back, he had already sat up, with bright poisonous blood remaining at the corner of his mouth.

He stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, and sat in front of Ning Zhao: "Zhaoer, are you feeling better?" Mo Juechen asked.

Ning Zhao stared at Mo Juechen in a daze, she moved her lips slightly, nodded her head, and said, "It's much better."

Now she has regained some strength and can speak smoothly.Mo Juechen stared straight at Ning Zhao's fair back. Ning Zhao blushed and turned his head: "Turn around," Ning Zhao said.

Mo Juechen smiled, not embarrassing Ning Zhao, but turning his head away as Ning Zhao said.After Ning Zhao put on his clothes, Mo Juechen still didn't look back.Ning Zhao couldn't help but feel a little surprised. On weekdays, Mo Juechen would have to tangle with him before giving up.

Maybe he was poisoned today, so Mo Juechen didn't make things difficult for himself.

Ning Zhao thought of today, she blocked the hidden weapon for Mo Juechen.

That was an unconscious action at all, perhaps it just proved that Ning Zhao liked Mo Juechen in her heart.Ning Zhao thought so, raised his eyes and said seriously: "Turn around."

Ning Zhao didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted to get Mo Juechen's answer today.

Only then did Mo Juechen turn around, and he sat on the bedside, holding Ning Zhao's hand on his chest: "Zhaoer, why are you so stupid? Don't do this in the future, I would rather die than see you Injured." To Mo Juechen, death was nothing.

The moment he became a general, he was already ready to die.

But Zhaoer is different.

If Zhao'er died, he would never forgive himself, and he would definitely let him go.

Zhao'er's life is a hundred times more important than his own.

Ning Zhao choked up, Mo Juechen spoke very seriously, perhaps because of his injury, Ning Zhao's heart was so easily moved by Mo Juechen's true feelings.

She raised her head and looked at Mo Juechen seriously: "Mo Juechen, do you really like me?"

Ning Zhao asked.

"I don't like Zhao'er, I love Zhao'er." Mo Juechen said.

Ning Zhao raised a wry smile, looked into Mo Juechen's eyes with serious eyes, and said, "Then let me ask you, do you love Zhao'er who used to bandage your fingers, or do you love me now?"

"Is there any difference between these words?" Mo Juechen asked in a daze.

Ning Zhao nodded, she held Mo Juechen's hand tightly.Maybe it was the assassination tonight, she no longer wanted to hide anything from Mo Juechen, she wanted to tell Mo Juechen the truth hidden in her heart, and everything else.

She would unreservedly fight against Ah Nan and the third prince together with him.

"There is a difference." Ning Zhao took a deep breath, "Because I am not the one who bandaged your fingers. This body is not mine either."

Mo Juechen looked at Ning Zhao in surprise: "Zhaoer, what nonsense are you talking about? What is yours and not yours? How can this king not understand?"

"Juechen, the real Ning Zhao was already dead when he was on the sedan chair," Ning Zhao held Mo Juechen's hand tightly, "I'm just a ghost that entered Ning Zhao's body, I..."

Ning Zhao paused for a moment. She didn't know if Mo Juechen would understand what she said, and would he...hate her because of it?

"I was not from this world. I was killed in my world," Ning Zhao said indifferently. "My soul traveled to the Mo Dynasty and attached to Ning Zhao's body."

(End of this chapter)